I have great wife and three beautiful daughters and...well...I can't help myself...it's like I've become a BusaHolic...and late at night while the ladies of the house are all settled in and watching TV?..Daddy strolls out to the garage to gaze upon my beloved Busa...then I see my Helmet, Jacket and Gloves just laying there...as my Mighty Busa begins to whisper my name...seducing my very soul like the Sirens of Sinbad...and the next thing I know my jacket and gloves are on and I'm kissing wifey and the daughters good bye with helmet and keys in hand...headed out for a midnight run...which turns out to affect me like 100cc's of mainlined adrenaline...and then when I get home I can't sleep...and as I lay there in bed tossing and turning?...wifey says...
"You're Cheating On Me...Aren't You?"
and because of that residual "Dirty Feeling" I always have after returning from a great run?..I almost slip up and hafta catch myself before I accidently reply with..
"Yes Dear...I kinda am."
as I almost feel guilt and sorrow that she's not experiencing the same...as evidently?..I've become bad sick.
L8R, Bill.
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"You're Cheating On Me...Aren't You?"
and because of that residual "Dirty Feeling" I always have after returning from a great run?..I almost slip up and hafta catch myself before I accidently reply with..
"Yes Dear...I kinda am."
as I almost feel guilt and sorrow that she's not experiencing the same...as evidently?..I've become bad sick.
L8R, Bill.
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